So I had the almost-sex dream last night (scroll down to this morning's post) and then at noon I took a 20-minute walk and filled a grocery bag with trash. This is what I found (among other things).
|Paper plate and Trojan wrapper|
Hahahahah, Dan. What are you trying to tell me?
Now excuse me, I think I have to go walk the beach looking for a party hat. Or something.
Oh, and while I do that, might I suggest that you all take a look at this New Yorker story by David Gilbert. It's about love. It's about co-incidence. It's about risk.